- William Martin: [Looking round Carolyn's empty house, musing to himself] She must have given parties here; maybe after her first picture. Guests would have crossed Sunset and come up into the Hollywood Hills. And maybe she'd have hired a combo and a bartender. I wonder what Kirk Douglas would have ordered to drink? And what would Robert Mitchum have asked them to play?
- John Pahlman: The fifties... That was a marvelous time. We'd all come back from the wars, new ideas, new concepts... What remains today are comedies of sickness, so-called "love stories" without one single film frame of tenderness, or warmth. And cheap sex, sold on the basis that the robots might possibly appear nude. Well, I'm sorry, that's one man's opinion... an old man's opinion.
- William Martin: I had an odd, almost excited feeling, first time I went to that house on Charmaine Way. It was late afternoon with a California sky still that brilliant blue that ends abruptly at nightfall.
- Lorraine: In those days, when a girl was under contract to a studio, they *did* things for her. Taught her how to dress, speak... groomed her for real stardom. If they believed in a girl, they stayed with her. Now, it's one shot. If a picture doesn't make 40 million dollars, it's back to the blue jeans.
- William Martin: What went wrong for Carolyn?
- Lorraine: [ponders a moment] Life, maybe. Life has a way of going wrong.
- Pat Clauson: This is the old Scott Fitzgerald territory. He used to live at the Garden of Allah when it was across the street.
- William Martin: [a bit surprised] You read Scott Fitzgerald?
- Pat Clauson: You think I spend all my time on a stage with nothing on above the waist?
- Carolyn Parker: [Last lines, addressing William Martin] Who were you expecting to find here? Carolyn Parker?